Boartusk Heights I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch.

the siren shared niamh's longing to go home; to hold svalinn and raleska tight, and leave this bloodied chapter behind. how she hated cats.

ikkuma's vigor was noted with a thin shade of amusement, but caiaphas did not speak -- for niamh had spoken adequately for the both of them, and a second voice was simply unnecessary energy needlessly spent. she felt her fur behind her ears and neck matted thick with blood, now cooled -- but a soreness was creeping through her that would bode ill if they dallied for too long.

she cut ikkuma one last glance - as if to permanently etch the woman's features in her mind - and then she turned alongside niamh, and made for the plateau in mincing steps.